December 2011
37 posts
November 2011
57 posts
Today is one of those days where I’d like to drop out of grad school and become a mail-order bride.
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I’m hosting my very first “adult” party in a couple of weeks (no, not that kind of adult party). I’ve hosted plenty of potlucks and casual get-togethers, but this month I’m hosting a Christmas party where I will be cooking for 25-30 people all by myself. I’m super excited about it and maybe a little nervous. It’s a mid afternoon gathering, so I’m making lots of appetizers and desserts.
I’ve finally finished putting together a menu, and I’m pretty stoked about it if I may be so forward:
-Bite sized lasagna (made in muffin tins!)
-Brie en croute with fruit preserves
-Cannelloni dip with garlic crostini
-Potato latkes with apple sauce (word to my Jews)
-Walnut and apricot baklava
-Christmas cookies (chocolate chip, pignoli, toasted hazelnut biscotti, snickerdoodles, chocolate peanut butter buckeyes)
-Banana puddin’ (Paula Dean’s recipe, of course!)
-Pumpkin-cream cheese roll
-Amaretto hot cocoa (kept warm in the new slow cooker that I snagged on a killer cyber Monday deal— holler!)
-Spiced wine and cider
If I have some extra time, I’m going to throw in some more vegan dishes for my girl. I was thinking some struffoli or soy nog cupcakes. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to take the Friday before my party off from work to get all of this cooking done.
I’m so, so excited. I’m in the holiday spirit in a bad way, people.
Everyone said it would happen. I didn’t believe them.
I’ve been bitten by the tattoo bug. Now that I’ve forgotten the pain of my first one, I’m itching for another.
Aw, crap.
You know it’s been a rough week when you excuse yourself to go cry in the bathroom after listening to the Justin Bieber Christmas album. Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
Marc Jacobs’ entire spring/summer 2012 collection was stolen this week. At first I thought tragedy had just befallen the fashion-loving world, but then I read this:
“The 46-look collection consisted of drop-waist skirts, cellophane cocktail dresses, and translucent and tinsel fabrics.”
**pats crying Marc Jacobs** It was for the best, dear.
Ed Rybiki’s piece in the September Nature, though decidedly tounge-in-cheek, has no place in a scientific journal.
One commentator said it best: “This story reflects the pernicious thinking that biology ‘naturally’ limits women?s success at the highest levels of government, business, and science. Nature should be setting an example by not literally alienating women, but instead encouraging the dissolution of the last bastions of ‘manspace’ “
Did women in science not just face this issue several years ago at Harvard? Have the men of science learned nothing?
The story of a man who taught his cat how to instant message.
My aspirations thus far seem foolish in comparison.
(Episodes 5 and 6, people. Episodes 5 and 6.)
Confession: I’m really really into talk radio. Like, super into it.
“A Prairie Home Companion”, hosted by Garrison Keillor has long been one of my favorite shows.
I just found out today that, in 2006, a PHC movie was made starring Meryl Streep, John C. Reilly, Tommy Lee Jones, and (of all people) Lindsay Lohan.
I’m going to rent it, sit in my house dress on my dusty sofa with an afghan I knit 75 years ago, make myself some metamucil-spiked oatmeal, and fall asleep 20 minutes in. Can’t wait.
“There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.” -PJ O’Rourke
Happy Birthday, PJ!
I know that all of my tumblr followers are super excited about my upcoming birthday and Christmas. Right guys?
Well, if you feel the undeniable urge to gift me with an awesome birthday/ Christmas/ belated Halloween present, this would be beyond awesome.
I’m about 100 pages from finishing the HP series and I can’t bring myself to actually finish it because I’m so sad that it’s all going to be over. Really! I feel like I’ll be losing a friend! The entire series is currently playing on ABC Family this weekend and so far I’ve been able to catch HP and the Goblet of Fire…twice. I’m seriously digging the movies. It’s a little strange to see different faces assigned to the characters than the ones that I’ve pictured (seriously, why did they take away Voldemort’s nose??), but I’m really enjoying the movies! I’m catching details that I either missed the first time through the books, or that never showed up in the books in the first place.
I’m finding it really, really fucking hard to come to terms with how much these past 6 months have sucked. My chest hurts just thinking about it.
Thanks to all of our vets that keep our animals healthy and up to date on their shots!
I love how one of your favorite things is fart jokes.
Instant BFF.
I’m in the market for a new winter coat. Last year’s coat is a little…erm, snug.
I’ve been wearing black peacoats since I was about 13 and I’m getting a little tired of old faithful, so I’ve been on the search for something new and exciting (well, as exciting as outerwear can get).
The top contenders so far are (in no particular order):
1. Black zip-up. I love the collar and the asymmetrical zip.
2. Patterned pea. I’m kind of obsessed with big gold buttons lately. I’m worried the pattern might be a little loud for everyday.
3. Short dakota jacket. I LOVE this coat. It’s probably my top contender. I really wanted a colorful coat though and I’m just not so into the grey and I feel like the white would get super dirty.
4. Long dakota jacket. Same as above but a few inches longer. Actually, this might be my top contender. I love it hardcore in the yellow.
What are your thoughts, tumbrinos?
To get ready for a Victoria’s Secret show, Adriana Lima ingests no solids for 9 days and no liquids for 12 hours beforehand.
I feel like I sound like a guidance counselor/ broken record, but the idolization of unhealthy bodies is so dangerous. Women die trying to achieve the unattainable. I wish I didn’t have to remind women to love their bodies for what they do, not how they look.
If you can, support the fight against eating disorders and unhealthy body images by donating to NEDA, or by reminding women that they’re beautiful no matter what.
It’s just too damn hard. Boo hoo.
So I’m in the salon gettin’ my eyebrows did this afternoon, and my regular aesthetician isn’t there (boohoo). I didn’t think it was a big deal, so I grabbed an appointment with another woman there.
Now, a weird thing happens to me when I wax my eyebrows. I sneeze. Like, a lot. My par is about 2-3 sneezes/ visit. There’s a nerve that runs along your brow line into the tip of your nose and it makes a lot of girls sneezy when they get all up in their eyebrows. Heck, it even happens to Oprah.
Well, new girl thought my sneezing was just the funniest thing she’s ever seen. She was Giggles McGee the whole time, which isn’t exactly what you want to see from someone holding burning hot wax over your eyes. She asked me if I always sneezed and I said “Yeah, so do a bunch of my friends. I bet you see it all the time, right?” To which she responded “Oh no, it must just be something OLDER WOMEN DO.” OLDER WOMEN? weoituqwruoiqeeytoeuyt325827498uwoidfj?!
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